She goes to class

The art building was air-conditioned too, much to Eliza's chagrin. The hard plastic chair she sat in felt like ice when she first sat in it, only slowly warming up from her body heat. She shivered and rubbed her bare arms a couple of times before stopping. She *couldn't* draw more attention to herself. All she could do was carefully press her arms to her sides and her legs together, minimizing the amount of skin in contact with the cold air, and try to distract herself from the freezing room.

The professor was speaking "and of course, don't forget to sign the attendance sheet when it comes to you". Eliza glanced back at the attendance sheet, which was being passed around behind her. She noted with displeasure that a few classmates were eyeing her. Eliza had never been a stranger to people admiring her looks, but it was a bit different when she was really naked! She turned away as best as she could, trying to angle her bare breasts away from the peepers. Her womanhood, of course, was once again tucked underneath her tightly-crossed legs.

The lecture began, the professor discussing how to rescale groups of objects at once, keeping each object's mass proportional to the volume of the objects. It was really quite riveting stuff, or at least it would have been if Eliza hadn't been naked. The lecture just took secondary priority to the men behind her she felt certain could see her nude body. She kept imagining it: someone raising their hand, "excuse me professor, but Eliza's naked", but it never came. Nobody noticed her predicament, the ring made sure of that.

Well, nobody but her noticed it anyway. Eliza had gotten used to the room's temperature, but every so often a small draft of air would send goosebumps over her skin, reminding her just how exposed she was. She wanted to shiver, to do *something* to warm herself up, but it wasn't *that* cold if you had appropriate clothing, or really any clothing, and she *really* didn't want to draw any attention to herself.

Eliza jolted as a finger tapped her bare shoulder from behind. It was all she could do not to shriek. She swiveled her head behind her, throwing her arms over her breasts. She wanted to glance down at her vagina to make sure it was still covered, but she didn't want to draw attention to it if it wasn't. The boy sitting behind her raised his hands in surrender. One was clutching the attendance sheet and a pen. Of course, it was just her turn to sign it. Flushing, she removed one hand from over her bust and took the sheet, signing it and passing it on.

Her long blonde hair still hung loose. Her scrunchie had vanished and she didn't have a spare on her. Even if she did, it probably would have disappeared the same way as her clothes had. She pulled her hair over her exposed back. It felt at least a little like clothing, and the hair kept the cold air off of her somewhat. It wasn't enough, though, and it only made the front of her body feel colder by comparison. She tried to cover it with her arms, but it was no use. They weren't able to cover her whole front, and besides, she bet it looked weird. What else could she do, though? All she could do was sit, trying to listen to the lecture through the chilly air that brushed her goosebumped skin.

Luckily, after the attendance sheet had made its rounds, the rest of the lecture passed without issue. After the lecture, she quickly moved to avoid the crush of bodies at the front of the classroom. She blushed as the professor glared at her, resisting the urge to shelter herself from his gaze. She strolled down the sidewalk, approaching her dorm. Unlocking the building, she made her way to her room. Luckily, she had a single. She wasn't sure if she could manage having a roommate with this fiasco.

She glanced at her naked body, still in disbelief that it didn't look naked to anyone else. She opened her phone camera, just to make sure. She put an arm in front of it, and to her relief, it was still clothed. Then she saw her leg. The pants were nearly complete, but a small patch on the top of her thigh had disappeared.

Eliza started. Her illusory clothing, the one thing keeping her from from total public nudity, was vanishing. Slowly for now at least, but what had caused it in the first place!? Panicking, she removed the ring, making herself naked even to the camera, and immediately put it back on. The clothes returned in full, and even the small hole was repaired. So removing and putting the ring back on restored the illusion in full. That was good to know. If her clothes ever disappeared again, she could at least replace them relatively quickly, though of course she'd need to know about that. She couldn't keep her camera on at all times, and she didn't know anyone well enough to ask them to look out for her (not to mention they'd have different classes), so how would she know when the clothes vanished?

She sighed. The problem was unsolvable. She needed to be able to see when the illusion that was invisible to her had vanished. That was almost certainly some sort of tautology. Groaning, she worked a bit on her homework—Professor Brown's math seemed easier going through it a second time—and got ready for bed. She'd have a long day tomorrow.